Post by gottagrip on Oct 24, 2007 20:59:17 GMT -5
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Name Of Site And In The Night
Genre Fantasy: Non-technological, Deer/Rabbit/Wolf
Number of players 2, so far. XD
Activity Well, it just opened two days ago, so pretty low right now.
Static, Scrolling or Marquee Static.
Mini-Banner Code i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd27/captainvanille/andinthenightsmallbanner.jpg
Plot/Theme
Okay, I don't want to have to retype so much, so I'm just going to repost an excerpt, which is where the RP starts at, seeing that we haven't gotten much activity so far:
At the time this is written, it is 1203 B.C.E. on an archipelago of Earth called Terra Eriasî. The alliances and feuds between the factions are, as ever, in flux; Rubeus has allied with Garnet but is in desperate struggle with Argentium and a tentative truce is being made between Jasper and Garnet as well—Granite is, of course, still at war with all of them, and likely will continue to be, given their open mockery of the believers in the Moon Barge.
But more interesting than that is the discovery of two things…
First is the trio of children born to the three main peoples on Terra Eriasî, in the same year, in the same month, on the same day—in the same hour. More suspiciously, every one of their mothers died within an hour of their birth, and had to be given to a nursemaid. And as if that weren’t enough reason for suspicion, the markings they carry are all the same—pure white coats, coats that never dirty or lose luster. Coats that shine, not just in the sunlight, but which cast a soft glow when struck by the light of the moon.
Each has the symbol of the vortex in black somewhere on their bodies—one has it on their head, another on their left leg, the last on their stomach.
The birth-helpers, fearful of this omen, did not name the babies, but simply turned them over to the nursemaids so that they might stop their squalling. But what they did not say—what they were too fearful to say—was that each of the children, upon being birthed, were perfectly mobile and slaughtered each of their siblings—and then their mothers—while the midwives were not looking.
Second, and perhaps less interesting, was the other discovery: that of a set of stones with strange markings on them found in a perfect circle inside a small alcove underneath Port Sacré’s outcropping that overhangs the ocean—the most difficult place to reach, as the waves there constantly crash harshly up against the overhang. Half are a strange, smooth, unbroken black; the rest are a strange, smooth, unbroken white. None of the stones were removed from the alcove; in fact, the one who found them had to be rescued from their suicide attempt and was found screaming hysterically about things called rhiushkai—which, his rescuers surmised, were some form of evil beings. Nevertheless, they chalked it up to a hallucination or seizure, and he is now in recovery within the grove of the Healing Trees.
Strange times…
Name Of Site And In The Night
Genre Fantasy: Non-technological, Deer/Rabbit/Wolf
Number of players 2, so far. XD
Activity Well, it just opened two days ago, so pretty low right now.
Static, Scrolling or Marquee Static.
Mini-Banner Code i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd27/captainvanille/andinthenightsmallbanner.jpg
Plot/Theme
Okay, I don't want to have to retype so much, so I'm just going to repost an excerpt, which is where the RP starts at, seeing that we haven't gotten much activity so far:
At the time this is written, it is 1203 B.C.E. on an archipelago of Earth called Terra Eriasî. The alliances and feuds between the factions are, as ever, in flux; Rubeus has allied with Garnet but is in desperate struggle with Argentium and a tentative truce is being made between Jasper and Garnet as well—Granite is, of course, still at war with all of them, and likely will continue to be, given their open mockery of the believers in the Moon Barge.
But more interesting than that is the discovery of two things…
First is the trio of children born to the three main peoples on Terra Eriasî, in the same year, in the same month, on the same day—in the same hour. More suspiciously, every one of their mothers died within an hour of their birth, and had to be given to a nursemaid. And as if that weren’t enough reason for suspicion, the markings they carry are all the same—pure white coats, coats that never dirty or lose luster. Coats that shine, not just in the sunlight, but which cast a soft glow when struck by the light of the moon.
Each has the symbol of the vortex in black somewhere on their bodies—one has it on their head, another on their left leg, the last on their stomach.
The birth-helpers, fearful of this omen, did not name the babies, but simply turned them over to the nursemaids so that they might stop their squalling. But what they did not say—what they were too fearful to say—was that each of the children, upon being birthed, were perfectly mobile and slaughtered each of their siblings—and then their mothers—while the midwives were not looking.
Second, and perhaps less interesting, was the other discovery: that of a set of stones with strange markings on them found in a perfect circle inside a small alcove underneath Port Sacré’s outcropping that overhangs the ocean—the most difficult place to reach, as the waves there constantly crash harshly up against the overhang. Half are a strange, smooth, unbroken black; the rest are a strange, smooth, unbroken white. None of the stones were removed from the alcove; in fact, the one who found them had to be rescued from their suicide attempt and was found screaming hysterically about things called rhiushkai—which, his rescuers surmised, were some form of evil beings. Nevertheless, they chalked it up to a hallucination or seizure, and he is now in recovery within the grove of the Healing Trees.
Strange times…